Chapter: 1118
�Is that the face of a man?�
Some women looked at Pyo-wol with blushing faces.
People�s reactions were burdensome, but Pyo-wol calmly passed in between them.
Some bold women approached Pyo-wol without hesitation, regardless of the gaze of the people around them.
�What�s your name, young master?�
�My name is Yeo Yeon-hu of Hyeongpyeongjang.�
�This is also fate��
The warriors could not close their mouths in surprise at the sight of the women flirting with Pyo-wol.
�It was true that Jianghu female warriors were more open-minded than other ordinary women, but it was extremely rare for them to approach a man first in such a public place.
Pyo-wol was like a butterfly surrounded by flowers.
�The world is unfair.�
�Damn it!�
�You could live comfortably with that kind of face.�
The warriors, blinded by jealousy, glared at Pyo-wol as if they were about to eat him.
Pyo-wol simply told the women his name and left. A few women followed, but they couldn�t catch Pyo-wol as he immediately disappeared into the crowd.
As soon as he left the field, there were fewer people.
Thanks to this, Pyo-wol was able to catch his breath for a while.
Pyo-wol expected this reaction.
Now that he has revealed his face, many people who came to the Wudang sect will pay attention to him and remember the name Pyo-wol.
It was not Pyo-wol�s personality to expose his face and attract attention like this.
Pyo-wol usually preferred to hide himself thoroughly like an assassin. This is because it is easier to work when he does not have the people�s attention on him.
Even so, Pyo-wol exposed his face for a reason.
�Excuse me!�
When he was almost at Qingliu Palace, a woman called to him.
It was Hong Ye-seol, a woman dressed in dark red silk, like the sunset that hung over Wudang Mountain.
A strange light flashed in Pyo-wol�s eyes for an instant.
The fish he wanted came to him on her own.�
However, contrary to his inner feelings, Pyo-wol looked at Hong Ye-seol with an expressionless face.
Hong Ye-seol said with a bright smile,
�My name is Hong Ye-seol. Can we talk for a minute?� JrNovels.com
Some women looked at Pyo-wol with blushing faces.
People�s reactions were burdensome, but Pyo-wol calmly passed in between them.
Some bold women approached Pyo-wol without hesitation, regardless of the gaze of the people around them.
�What�s your name, young master?�
�My name is Yeo Yeon-hu of Hyeongpyeongjang.�
�This is also fate��
The warriors could not close their mouths in surprise at the sight of the women flirting with Pyo-wol.
�It was true that Jianghu female warriors were more open-minded than other ordinary women, but it was extremely rare for them to approach a man first in such a public place.
Pyo-wol was like a butterfly surrounded by flowers.
�The world is unfair.�
�Damn it!�
�You could live comfortably with that kind of face.�
The warriors, blinded by jealousy, glared at Pyo-wol as if they were about to eat him.
Pyo-wol simply told the women his name and left. A few women followed, but they couldn�t catch Pyo-wol as he immediately disappeared into the crowd.
As soon as he left the field, there were fewer people.
Thanks to this, Pyo-wol was able to catch his breath for a while.
Pyo-wol expected this reaction.
Now that he has revealed his face, many people who came to the Wudang sect will pay attention to him and remember the name Pyo-wol.
It was not Pyo-wol�s personality to expose his face and attract attention like this.
Pyo-wol usually preferred to hide himself thoroughly like an assassin. This is because it is easier to work when he does not have the people�s attention on him.
Even so, Pyo-wol exposed his face for a reason.
�Excuse me!�
When he was almost at Qingliu Palace, a woman called to him.
It was Hong Ye-seol, a woman dressed in dark red silk, like the sunset that hung over Wudang Mountain.
A strange light flashed in Pyo-wol�s eyes for an instant.
The fish he wanted came to him on her own.�
However, contrary to his inner feelings, Pyo-wol looked at Hong Ye-seol with an expressionless face.
Hong Ye-seol said with a bright smile,
�My name is Hong Ye-seol. Can we talk for a minute?� JrNovels.com
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